She Was Mom

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 12, 2018

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known to most as Margaret
there were a few who called her Marg 
she was a Daughter, a Sister, a Wife, an Aunt & a Grandmother
but to me, she was Mom
every day that I'm blessed to still be alive 
she continues to live on in my thoughts
I often wonder what it would be like
to be able to sit down with her one last time
and share a hug, tea & a proper conversation
there's no one who can replace her
even though some have tried 
if I refer to you as Mom, Mum or Mommy
it's because you remind me of her
and you exhibit qualities she personified 
she was different than most Mom's
she was always there to lend a helping hand
in whatever way she could
she was always at home caring for her family
whether it was cooking in the kitchen 
doing umpteen loads of laundry
keeping the house clean
or caring for babies that weren't her own
she loved them all without judgement
she would happily set a place at our table
for guests who were in our home at dinner time
she took great pleasure in preparing home-cooked meals & sharing 
she budgeted & she saved
she often recycled & gave things a second life
by donating, sharing & passing things along
she taught me not to waste
some discarded custard, a garbage pail & a spoon 
comes to mind when I think back to that lesson, one that I'll never forget
she taught me how to keep house
to have an organized kitchen & pantry
she taught me how to cook & bake
and then, she let me loose in the kitchen
while she recuperated from the many surgeries
she was forced to endure
she taught me to iron & press my Dad's shirts
cuz her little arms could no longer handle the pain
she loved spending time at the cottage
sitting by the water with her Bible
and intimately speaking with her Creator
even in her last days she was the epitome of class
with her head shaved & her hair all gone
she was still my Mom
the halo that was screwed to her head
was heart wrenching to see 
thankfully, the vivid memories I have of her help erase that pain
jumping on the back of a motorcycle barefoot
with absolutely no fear
she & I taking my first born out in the canoe
it's no wonder I am who I am
her only Daughter
she loved caring for her Grandchildren 
up until she no longer could
she did everything with all of her heart
she loved all the little ones
at family gatherings you'd find her sitting with the kids, mentoring & engaging them
instead of participating in adult idle chit chat
whether she knows it or not
those qualities have rubbed off on me
and I will continue to carry on those traits
until we meet again 


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